And here's chapter 2 (finally)! Sorry for the delay, but I am once again without a laptop :/ so yeah...let me know what you guys think? :)
Tomorrow night came later than the assassin thought it would; more or less around midnight was when the plane finally touched down in Chicago over five hours late. This is why 47 hate flying and much preferred driving to his destinations, that way he could be the only accountable reason for tardiness. One woman who sat next to him on the plane commented on the presents and asked if they were for his "wife and daughter" back home. 47 saw no harm amusing the woman's curiosity and told her he was a traveling business man and he was coming home for a few days to see his "wife and daughter".
He did not anticipate the woman's curiosity becoming more obnoxious with her asking how long he was "married" to Diana. 47 remembered feeling something possibly panic in his chest for a moment before he carried out his façade and replied, "Almost 20 years."
"Oh my!" The older woman exclaimed happily. "And how old is your daughter?"
"Fourteen," 47 replied. "She'll be turning fifteen in a month."
The older woman gave the hitman a cheeky smile and spoke up again, "You and your wife must have a good marriage."
47 felt that feeling in his chest again briefly as last year's events ran through his head, from Diana's body hitting the tiled floor to Victoria hugging him after he cut the ropes off of her. His lips curled upwards and his eyes softened as he turned to look at her. "We have a lot of trust."
Now looking back at that conversation as he drove up towards Diana's mansion, 47 must have been out of his mind. Must be from lack of sleep, he concluded. Yes, that made everything sounded much better. He glanced at the clock above the radio in his car: 1:05 AM. Wouldn't be a surprise if Diana and Victoria were asleep at this point. Maybe he could slip inside and crash on the living room couch. Even after sleeping on the plane he was still tired.
Security knew him as a regular visitor and didn't bother to let 47 pull up to the speaker to state his name and business like most other visitors had to. The hitman pulled up outside of the Burnwood mansion and looked out of the driver side window to see her silhouette blocking out the dim lights in back of her. He stared at her as he turned the ignition off and spotted the two wine glasses in her hands and the warm smile on her face that was barely recognizable even to his eyes.
47 got out of the car and trotted to the other side of the vehicle, slinging the teddy bear over his shoulder and grabbing the jewelry bag in the other hand and then closing the car door with his foot. He traveled on swift and accurate footsteps to the front stoop, where he was about to kick the door lightly with his foot when a lock unbolted and the door slowly swung open with Diana on the other side of the threshold. And the slim, black nightgown she was wearing definitely caught his eye.
"Good evening, 47," she greeted with a heartwarming smile.
The assassin blinked at her while adjusting the teddy bear in his arm so the stuffed animal now faced the younger woman. "I think you mean 'good morning', Diana," he stated blandly. The British woman laughed at his grumpy attitude and took the overstuffed bear from the hitman's arm, wrapping both of her arms around the plush while studying its face.
Diana looked up again at 47 with a raised eyebrow and a small knowing smirk. "I take it this is for Victoria?"
The agent blinked his eyes at her again, face beginning to soften up the longer he was in the woman's presence. "Either that or it could be your newest addition to your security team," he replied cooly. The petite woman slapped the agent playfully on the arm and moved so 47 could finally come inside. He watched her eyes wanted to the jewelry bag in his other hand but she said nothing as she smiled up at him and lead him to the living room area.
"I'm glad you finally showed up," Diana spoke up again as she paused by the sofa table and handed 47 a wine glass containing what he usually drank, much to his satisfaction. He draped his suit jacket over the sleeping fourteen year old and undid the tie around his neck and pulled it off of him with his left hand before tossing it onto the couch's arm. After undoing the first two buttons of his shirt he took the glass from her hand gently with an easy look in his eye Diana seemed to notice more and more frequently.
"Thank you," he spoke calmly as he sat next to her on the couch. She put the teddy bear on the other couch and he watched as Victoria grabbed the plush animal and snuggled up with it. Diana huffed out a humerus sigh and then turned her attention back to her guest.
"Was the plane running late?" She asked.
47 gave a small nod as he took his first sip of the wine. "By about five hours," he replied promptly as he stared at the drink in his hand for a moment before setting it on top of the sofa table in front of them. "How's Victoria?"
"She's been doing better," Diana began after a sip of wine. "She's getting better at piano and I'm still homeschooling her."
47 nodded and leaned back on the couch, letting his arms drop in back of the sofa. He turned his attention back to Diana when she scooted herself closer to him and rested her head against the hitman's chest. She let out a comfortable sigh and looked up at 47. "She was planning on staying up all night to wait up for you."
He gave Diana a mellow smile and let his arm come up slowly to wrap around Diana's petite frame. "What happened that she couldn't stay up?"
Diana sighed. "Victoria usually crashes around the same time of night. She was able to fight off sleep for about two hours, but she lied down on her bed and was asleep within a good five minutes. I learned the hard way not to try and carry her upstairs," the woman added with a rye smile.
The hitman nodded and turned to look Victoria snuggled up with the teddy bear. "She likes the bear," he mused.
Diana laughed softly and sighed. "Yes, she does."
He looked down at her with a mellow look to his eye. Diana smiled up at him before turning to look at the jewelry bag in front of them on the sofa table. "Is that for me?" She asked in a hushed voice.
47 raised his eyebrows and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Go ahead and open it," he replied, nodding towards the bag.
Diana picked up the foreign bag with feeble fingers and sifted through the tissue paper to reveal a long and slender black box. She immediately recognized the brand on the box, as wold famous jewelry brand for the high class and the rich.
She turned her widened eyes to glance at the older man before turning back to examine the box. Her fingers gripped the lid of the box, acting as if it would break were any more pressure applied.
A pair of diamond earrings and a short chain with diamonds studding it refracted the light to give off a near-blinding beam when the box was first opened. Diana gaped quietly and laid her eyes back onto 47's relaxed face. The hitman slowly raised his eyebrows at Diana the longer she stared at him with wide doe-like eyes. "You don't like it?" He asked with a quiet voice.
The look on her face changed instantly; Diana narrowed her eyes skeptically and turned around to face the man. He didn't expect her to lean in and kiss him on the cheek, but she did. Her lips lingered there for what felt like an hour to the hitman, but he knew better than to believe such foolish thoughts as he looked at her when she withdrew from the kiss slowly, almost reluctantly.
"Thank you, 47," Diana sighed contently. He continued to study her curiously as she lifted her head back up to look at hi, adoringly again. For a moment he seemed to think that her smile lit up the entire room.
Much to his surprise, she kissed him again, this time on his jawline by his chin and mouth. 47 was beginning to feel that strange warmth in his chest that he was feeling more frequently the more times he visited Diana and Victoria, but it was more so with Diana than with anyone else. So he thought he would return the favor.
Diana pulled away again with the same painfully slow retreat that she had last time. The hitman turned to look down at her slowly, the arm that he had wrapped around her tightened as he eyed her carefully. 47 felt his heart throb more when her cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink.
He didn't know why, but he leaned in to kiss her temple. If felt like the right thing to do and he had an unusually strong impulse to do so. When he went to do so, Diana stopped him abruptly by yanking on the loose collar of his shirt and the next thing he knew her hot mouth was on his. The hitman's grip on the woman fluctuated from loose to tight again as she pulled him down on her, carelessly tossing the jewelry box onto the sofa table.
47 couldn't find it in him to resist Diana's advance on him; he only seemed to become addicted to her touch. And he only made her happier when he picked her up and started carrying her upstairs.